Chapter 1285: Striking Flowers with a Fierce Hand

ietress, “Boss lady, trouble you to do me a favor” 。"What's the matter" Liuqin smiled and looked at the fat man. 。This fat guy, with those squinting eyes, has been staring at her chest the whole time....Seeing him speak with such confidence, Ye Fan was taken aback and said, "Could it be that there's really poison in this wine" However, he had tested it with silver armor and hadn't found anything unusual. Plus, after drinking it now, he didn't seem to feel anything wrong either.

Sanna chuckled with a hint of mischief. "There's something in the HuaXia nation called a 'zhong'. Have you ever heard of it"

Ye Fan nodded. He had studied the most mysterious and elusive Gu technique of Huaxia, though he wouldn't say he was proficient. However, to resolve an ordinary Gu, it would be a piece of cake.

Sometimes things are like that. When you don't know, you think they're mysterious and complicated. But once you know the inside story, you realize it's simple—just a layer of window paper. Once it's pierced, the truth is immediately revealed.

“I’m sorry to tell you, I’ve dabbled in your country’s mysterious art of sorcery. The wine you just drank is called the Heart-Sincere Wine. I had already laced it with a Heart-Sincere Charm. Now that you’ve drunk it, you can only be loyal to me from now on. You must obey my every word. Even if I tell you to die, you will have no choice but to comply.”

Sanna looked at Ye Fan with a smug expression, grinning incessantly.

He earned the title of "Indonesia's Assassin King" not by luck, but because his skills were well-deserved.

Besides being skilled in sorcery, he also had a rudimentary understanding of Eastern Asian techniques like the black arts and Chinese shamanism. While his physical combat abilities weren't remarkable, his mastery of these occult arts was unparalleled. This allowed him to frequently outmaneuver opponents in direct confrontations.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's face turned cold as he said, "If I'm not mistaken, all these women behind you have been bewitched by you."

“Hahahahahaha,” Senna burst into a series of triumphant laughter, clearly pleased with himself. “Not bad, they were all the most outstanding men in Indonesia. After I put them under my spell, we practiced secret arts together and became mesmerizing illusionists that everyone desires.”

A triumphant expression crossed Senna's face. He rarely spoke of his past in front of others. Not even to the young master Yan he had subdued had he revealed his history. But he was in high spirits now, for he felt he was about to acquire a very exceptional intoxicant vessel. This man, in every aspect of his being, was stronger than those behind him. Senna believed that after his own special treatment, this man would soon become a captivating beauty vessel capable of mesmerizing everyone.

Ye Fan suddenly burst into laughter and said, "It seems you've learned quite a few crooked and evil ways. You even learned about human-demons! I have to admire your courage."

Ye Fan smiled wryly, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Shanna was furious. He resented being called a monster by others. He had to act this way in order to maintain his title as the King of Killers, but he practiced Gu Arts, not what people considered demon sorcery.

This kid won't cry until he sees his coffin. I'll just have to operate on him myself. Soon, he'll be kneeling before me, licking my feet.

Sanna glared at Ye Fan, her hands suddenly clasped together. She mumbled something under her breath, and no one could tell what she was saying.

He found chatting with this Han person unpleasant, so he decided to give him a harsh lesson and make him his complete slave.

Looking at him like this, Ye Fan didn't take him seriously. The Chinese esoteric arts were vast and profound. Even Ye Fan himself, under the guidance of the old man, wouldn't dare to say he understood these arts fully. And this Sana was clearly a newcomer, he wouldn't know these esoteric arts

What Ye Fan didn't expect was that although he didn't care much about it at first, as Sana's voice grew louder and faster, he suddenly felt a voice deep within him calling out to him incessantly, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Ye Fan was startled. Could it be that Sang Na had really drugged him in the wine Did he really have all these skills and knowledge

If it's really sorcery, then it's not an ordinary attack that can be countered. Sometimes, there are some spells where even if the person who cast the spell dies, the person who was targeted is still unable to break free and ultimately ends up dying.

This thing is much like an incurable disease. If you don't know how to cure it, you can only wait for death.

So now, directly attacking Sunna is useless. Gan Fan doesn't know what kind of spell Sunna has cast on him, but he has studied this area before and knows that to break it, the most crude and direct method is to forcibly control the caster's mind and heart, turning passivity into proactivity.

So when Suna wanted to forcibly activate the magic in the wine to control Ye Fan, Ye Fan also closed his eyes, observing with his nose and heart, instantly entering a state of obliviousness.

Sanna was taken aback. The person she had drugged couldn't find his consciousness. How was that possible

And, he conversely felt as if there was some kind of force trying to break free from its cocoon, wanting to burst through his restraints. This was the first time Senna had encountered such a situation since his debut. He was momentarily flustered, and he tried his best to calm his mind before starting a duel with Ye Fan.

And the fat man next to them, seeing that both of them had closed their eyes at the same time, panicked. He was a well-known expert in dealing with such things – this was a profound and esoteric art, one that ordinary people couldn't possibly understand.

Even with Xiao Fan's title as the War God, could he handle this kind of sorcery The fat man couldn't help but worry.

It seems I was careless today. Yan Wujue is far more insidious than they imagined.

The only way now is to kill Sannas and forcefully stop his control over Ye Fan. Luckily, the curse he put on Ye Fan isn't fatal. As long as he dies, no one will know about Ye Fan being cursed.

Thinking of this, the fat man stood up abruptly, picked up his iron fist and went towards Sannna. He wanted to punch a hole in Sangnanna's head.

But just as the fat man stood up, the belly dancers behind Sonna suddenly surrounded him at the first moment. Before the fat man could react, they encircled him.

Faced with these ten incredibly beautiful women, the fat man was truly hesitant to make a move. Their feminine charm was so obvious, and they all possessed his favorite kind of ample figure. They were right in front of him, within his reach. With just a stretch of his hand, he could have them. How could he possibly resist

Although he knew they were deliberately trying to tempt him, Fatty still couldn't help but feel a little flustered. They were so beautiful, their proud chests right in front of him, making him feel dizzy and confused.

The fat man took a deep breath, solemnly telling himself that these were nothing but monsters, and he clenched his fist, ready to crush them.still didn't stop. They seemed determined to fight until one of them was defeated. He Jianhou's face was grim. He had once been a powerful figure in the empire, commanding hundreds of thousands of sol...